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I feel like there's so much I've forgotten. I haven't read over these old poems in such a long time. They used to be, they are, old friends. Snapshots of my life; I life that has been so blurred now with the crafting of my new one. When did I forget the snapshots I once held onto for dear life? Is it good I lost that passion? Or is it a loss? The sweet is only as sweet at the bitter. I am glad I have had my life.